I've got a hobby.

I wouldn't give up the roadwork for anything.

Call me Rick. I'm a married white male, late 30s, 3 kids, suburban house, two sport utility payments and a mortgage. I'm employed as a systems programmer with a large company. I am a guru.

I travel a lot. It's what I like. Most times I pick my assignments. Short time projects--three days here, four days there. Home on the week-ends. My work is excellent; so excellent in fact that the company I work for would like to promote to head up large system projects all over the world.

Like Saudi Arabia.

I can't get fucked in Saudi Arabia. I don't think anyone can. So I don't go.

But send me to Wichita, Kansas, and I'm packing my bags.

I'm 6'3", 200 pounds, with nice proportions, and it is my belief that I've got an inch over the average. I'm not superman. I always hope to be considered relatively. Grade me on a curve.

I've got a hobby. My hobby is first-time threesomes. I'm number three.

It is my sport, my intellectual, spiritual, and martial exercise.

The intriguing thing about having threesomes as a hobby is that the "Game" has several aspects, each part of which I relish.

First is the "search" phase, the part where I find and contact those wishing to participate in a first time threesome. Much of my leisure road time is spent in my room, with my laptop connected to a phone outlet. My associates do not like to travel with me. I'm no fun.

Next comes the "sell" phase, where I convince a prospective couple that I would be the most suitable candidate for their first threesome. I'm selling me. Sometimes it takes minutes, other times it takes months. A lot of times it just doesn't happen. Realize that I never receive any meaningful feedback about where I was found lacking--it's like posting a story to A.S.S.M.

I keep a lot of irons in the fire.

The last phase is the ACT. The act is the physical and psychological culmination of my hard work; my reward so to speak.

Wichita, Kansas is in my here and now. My window of opportunity.

I correspond with a married couple there. He's talked her into a threesome. Or at least browbeat her into one.

His name is Ken.

Her name is Kate.

They're a typical mid-thirties, breadbasket of America couple from what I can tell. He put the pressure on her for a threesome and she finally gave in. I believe she's doing it for him. I'm doing it for me. Ken's doing it for himself; we're both gonna do it to Kate.

He posted to a newsgroup, looking for a suitable male. I made the cut-off, then passed the interrogatories. I won when I wrote him that we would shake hands across her back. The phrase tickled him pink. He had never heard that one before.

Ken is about 5'8 and 200 pounds. His best years are behind him physically. I sense the small man syndrome about him. He's proud of his wife and the fact that they're taking their relationship to a whole new level. He wishes that I was shorter, so he wouldn't feel inferior. He'll want to demonstrate his control over Kate to me. I know that because all the correspondence I've had has been with him. Not them. Just him. He makes no reference to her thoughts on the subject. I wonder if she even knows what he's got planned. It wouldn't surprise me if she didn't.

The first time is always the hardest, but I get off on the communication between the two. Spoken and unspoken. As the physical time approaches and they hesitantly blurt out exactly what they are looking for. Sometimes it's very surprising.

I enjoy watching their faces, their body language, the signals they pass between themselves. The tension, the guilt, reluctance, and lust. The Act. The afterglow, when he'll watch her intently for her signals. Was it okay? Did she like it or regret it? Is the marriage exciting again or have I shot the spunk that broke the camel's back?

I prefer to meet them in their hotel or in their home. They are more comfortable there, especially the woman. She's the object of attention, and she'll be nervous whether the idea was hers or not. Usually a bit of social drinking is involved. Sometimes a little marijuana, if they've brought any--it's not something I usually go in for. But it's not for my benefit anyway. It's to relax her or him, or both.

We talk about nothing, but every word means something. They want to know I'm exactly as I seem in my correspondence. That I'm healthy and stable. I've heard the questions before and I have the answers ready. By now, I'm able to amplify my answers and give them information they hadn't thought to ask. It relaxes them.

They'll know I've done this thing before, but they won't realize it's the first time threesomes that I seek almost exclusively.

Ken and Kate decided to rent a room at a Wichita hotel. At 7:30 p.m. I knock on their door......(cont)